Good morning. This is a follow up to my piece on
Haiku as meditation. I did get a
few responses which I have included, and one of my own. We are often intimidated by sharing
something creative. Even if you
did not send them on to me to post, I do hope you take up the pen and sit with
the process for a moment. It, like
yoga, centers and slows us into our hearts. New post shortly….Misty
What white land is this?
Peopled by ones now ghosts,
Walking on shoulders.
Paris Rose
To live without want
Dancing is a middle way,
Desire fulfilled.
Anonymous
Hazy sky at dawn,
Fire raging in the forests.
Bring rain to heal us!
~Susan
O Buddha sit me
Under ancient
Bodhi tree,
And then I fly
away.
Anonymous
My boat, on water,
Floats along the tidal rise,
Forgetting I ride.
Misty Wycoff
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